Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe shoot me down.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe shoot me down.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe shoot me down.
My chest has a hole in it because of this clown.
Oh yes, my chest has a hole in it because of this clown.
Joe Biden was a crazy man who had a crazy grin.
He said, "Ladies, buy shotguns for defense from crazy men."
He planned a media circus at some far off rifle range.
The networks loaded a caravan and they motored to Lagrange.
Ah-ah. Oh Lord, don't let them go downtown.
Ah-ah. Oh Lord, don't let them go downtown.
Ah-ah. Oh Lord, don't let them go downtown.
There's Lafayette's statue and they might frown.
Yes, there's the freedom fighter's statue and they might frown.
I had my AR-15 and I slapped in a magazine.
Shooting it was easier than striking nails with a ball peen.
Joe was hugging women wearing a burgundy Redskins hat.
I blew away a target with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Always campaigning, Joe saw a group of Cherokee.
He took his Redskins cap off and he lofted it with glee.
The networks saw the stupid blunder the VP had just made.
They thanked The Great Obama that the broadcasts were delayed.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe in public no more.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe in public no more.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let Joe in public no more.
His crazy acts will make Obama's polls hit the floor.
Oh yes, his crazy acts will make Obama's polls hit the floor.
Joe gave a shotgun to a girl that was chambered with three rounds.
She aimed and pulled the trigger, not prepared for the rebound.
The next thing I knew I was bleeding quite a bit.
The girl had fired the shotgun, then lost control of it.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let her shoot me down.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let her shoot me down.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't let her shoot me down.
My last breath was taken 'cause of a shotgun rebound.
Oh yes, my last breath was taken 'cause of a shotgun rebound.
The death of me, a terrorist right-winger, didn't make much of a fuss.
But now, Biden says what's best for you is a one-shot blunderbuss.
The moral of this song is if you think things are bad now,
Wait until tomorrow when you'll just throw in the towel!
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't go to sleep no more.
Ah-ah. On no, don't go to sleep no more.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't go to sleep no more.
The Devil will be waiting when your feet hit the floor.
Oh yes, the Devil will be waiting when your feet hit the floor.
The moral of this song is if you think things are bad now,
Wait until tomorrow when you'll just throw in the towel!
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't go to sleep no more.
Ah-ah. On no, don't go to sleep no more.
Ah-ah. Oh no, don't go to sleep no more.
The Devil will be waiting when your feet hit the floor.
Oh yes, the Devil will be waiting when your feet hit the floor.
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